The truck

There is someone I know
Who continues to grow
In the maniest of ways
And in many a phase

But the quaintest of all
Is which muscles are flexed
When he chooses which court
In which to get vexed

He has chosen a life
With just little strife
With a time to decide
And not want to hide

He loves all his trucks
They bring him big bucks
And the time to decide
What he does with his life

Along with his shave
Is this veriest knave
Growing heart mind and soul
He's on a roll

May my brother see
And continue to be
One who thinks with his head
As God gives him his bread